the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

mary kathleen

baby wears red lipstick out at night and it smears all over her chin, the pigment dropping like a silken hem. she drinks out of clear glasses and bites the crystal rim to make her mark. baby spews sequins and glittery eyeshadow and lines with her eyes with fat flicks of ebony. I can hear her heels clicking on the dance floor, so alive.

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